[ at least gar takes it s-so seriously, taking a ticket for herself and pressing through the crowd with a good number of polite 'pardon me's in italian. the pin striped suit wearing guy at the door has amazingly square shoulders and looks the size of five gars, but she smiles at him and holds her ticket up.
he glances down at it, then at her, as if sizing her up. there's a tense moment where kat braces beside the other girls, fingers itching for a fight... but then he pulls the cordon back and motions her through, along with the others as they hold theirs up. ] Front row, ladies.
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he glances down at it, then at her, as if sizing her up. there's a tense moment where kat braces beside the other girls, fingers itching for a fight... but then he pulls the cordon back and motions her through, along with the others as they hold theirs up. ] Front row, ladies.